Chapter 1459 One-Armed

Chapter 1459 One Arm

At the end of a thrilling auction, the scene was full of sighs. Ye Chen was especially valued, and no less than a thousand peeps were swept in, trying to break his identity, but it was not successful.

This also includes the great sage of the Protoss. Their peeping divine consciousness is not concealed at all, which makes the Protoss lose such a big face, but they don't know who the other party is.

Ye Chen was stared with hair all over his body, and wanted to turn his head and leave, but the problem was that the small tripod he photographed had to wait for the auction to end before he could take it away, and he had to wait honestly.

What made him gratified was that Zhou Tiancheng was still very good. As long as he did not reveal the opportunity without authorization, let alone the great saint level, even the general quasi emperor would be embarrassed to break his identity.

On the stage, the old man Hefa, who presided over the auction, took the little magic cauldron and turned his hand to take out one more thing.

This time, it was a red killing sword. Although it was sealed, the sound of the sword sound was shocking, and the sword energy that overflowed was cold and silent.

At this time, the eyes of all the people present were attracted away, all eyes were bright, especially the old guys, their breath became rapid, as if they recognized the red sword, and also knew that the killing sword was extraordinary.

"Old Ancestor, what is the origin of that sword?" The so-called young cultivators looked at their elders one after another, their faces turned pale, and they were sweating coldly from the cold sword.

"Heavenly Incapacitated Divine Sword." The old guys did not hesitate to introduce, "Its predecessor was a sword of the Emperor Zhun. According to ancient legends, it could not drink the blood of more than one Emperor."

"This... so scary." The young cultivator shuddered, and his face turned pale.

"The ancient city of Donghuang is really bold, and even a sword of this level was put up for auction." The older monks sighed, "It seems that this time is the right time to come."

"Its name is Tian Can, a great sage-level sword." In the voice of the discussion, the old man Hefa opened his mouth and hung the red sword in the air, "It is made of Chilian Immortal Gold, with a base price of five million Origin Stones."

The old man Hefa's words fell, and it was convenient for someone to bid. He was a great saint monk who was not weak. He added five million Origin Stones in one breath, and his tone was majestic, and he was determined to win the red sword.

It was just that he was not the only one who saw that Canjian was extraordinary that day. There were many great saints present, all with vicious eyes. How could they give up so easily, and the bidding and bidding continued one after another.

So that in just a few moments before and after, a fairy sword was auctioned for a high price of 50 million, and even the sons of many holy places participated.

The auction is extremely hot.

Here, Ye Chen sat quietly, staring at the immortal sword. He could see that the cruel domineering that day was not comparable to his Chixiao. The great saint-level sword was too fierce.

Of course, he didn't participate in the bidding, it wasn't because he didn't want it, but after he took the little magic tripod, he no longer had that much money, and the Divine Sword that day could not be auctioned without 90 million.

"If you want, I can help you!" In the elegant room of the Dan Zun Palace, Hong Chenxue smiled and transmitted the sound.

"Forget it." Ye Chen shook his head gently, "My tripod is good, but greed is not a good thing."

"The you in my memory is not like this." Hong Chenxue said with a smile while holding her chin in one hand, "In my memory, Ye Chen is resolutely shameless for the sake of the baby."

"You're boring." Ye Chen glanced above, and there were black lines running around on his forehead.

"嘁." Hong Chenxue disagreed, "You don't want this, don't blame me for not borrowing it."

"It's useless." Ye Chen immediately changed the topic, "I heard that the treasure at the end of this auction in the ancient city of Donghuang is an ancient treasure map, you can know this before you come."

"I also heard it, I don't know if it's true or not." Hong Chenxue shrugged her shoulders, "But even if it's a treasure map, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with us. Every eight or nine billion yuan, I don't even think about it."

"I see." Ye Chen said lightly, and then glanced at the elegant rooms of the Eye Clan, the Phoenix Clan, and the Monster Clan. There were these three giants, and no one left.

"Little friend, can you go to the apse for a chat?" Suddenly, a vague word came into his ears, but he couldn't find its source, but only knew that the words were gentle, and it was an old man.

Ye Chen frowned slightly, glanced at the people present, and then glanced at the old man Hefa who presided over the auction. He was very sure that it was not them, but an old senior in the ancient city of Donghuang.

After hesitating for two or three seconds, he finally got up, bypassed the venue, and went straight to the apse.

The guards in the apse did not stop him.

When you enter the eye, it is a strange place. It is a secluded garden, full of green bamboo and exotic flowers and plants, surrounded by clouds and mist. A small world is like a paradise on earth.

Deep in the shade of bamboo, he saw a one-armed old man in plain clothes, sitting at the stone table making tea, just like an amiable grandfather, but in fact a quasi emperor.

"Little guy, come and sit." The one-armed old man smiled gently, a dignified quasi emperor, who actually filled a cup of tea for this junior, Ye Chen, "Try the tea brewed by the old man."

"I don't know why the senior called the junior." Ye Chen sat down, took a sip of tea, and looked at the one-armed old man tentatively.

"Who are Liu Dao?" The one-armed old man smiled and looked at Ye Chen kindly and gently.

"My ancestors." Ye Chen responded immediately, secretly saying that it was the same as his own guess, this one-armed old man is not an ordinary quasi emperor, he must have seen his true appearance, so he called him.

"Six Daoists, there is actually a Holy Body." The one-armed old man chuckled, and there was a look of nostalgia in his old eyes. In addition to these expressions, there was also a little gratification.

"Senior knows my senior?" Ye Chen laughed dryly and looked at the one-armed old man again.

"My arm was cut by your ancestors." The one-armed old man looked at his left arm.

"I...my ancestor killed it?" Ye Chen was stunned, unable to react for a while.

"In the past, if it weren't for the old man holding the imperial soldiers, most of them would have died." The one-armed old man shook his head and smiled.

"Extremely Dao Emperor Soldier?" Ye Chen was so shocked that he almost urinated. An arm of a quasi emperor holding an imperial soldier was chopped off. How terrifying is the Six Dao's combat power?

"Extremely Dao Emperor Soldier, what kind of existence, was also beaten to pieces by the ancestors of your family's Six Paths." The one-armed old man smiled with ancient awe, for the Emperor Soldier, and also for the Six Paths.

"Emperor soldiers were beaten to pieces." Ye Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then subconsciously pointed to the ethereal nothingness, "The emperor's soldiers in the mouth of seniors are the broken silver swords?"

"Exactly." The one-armed old man let out a deep breath, and the look of awe in his eyes was even better.

"My mother is good." Ye Chen licked his dry lips, he didn't know it, he was shocked when he heard it! Just how fierce the future self is, the imperial soldiers can do it.

"Everyone in the world says that the God of War Xingtian is the first person under the emperor. I can see that if Xingtian, the God of War, is still alive, he may not be able to fight the Six Paths." The one-armed old man was startled.

"It's undeniable, my... my ancestors have a big temper... a little bigger." Ye Chen subconsciously wiped off a cold sweat, feeling a little restless, he just felt cold all over.

He had some doubts about the purpose of the one-armed old man calling him here. He chopped off an arm and broke the Emperor's soldiers. This is hatred! Can't find Liudao, is he looking for his younger generation to vent his anger?

Involuntarily, he had an urge to turn his head and run away, but it was quickly dispelled. This is the ancient city of the Eastern Desolation, which was suppressed by imperial soldiers. With his way, he could not escape even if he wanted to.

At this moment, he still has some regrets in his heart. He should have asked in advance, and should not have mistakenly recognized the relatives of Liudao. This is a good thing. The sins you have committed are all his mother's retribution on me.

The one-armed old man seemed to see Ye Chen's thoughts, and immediately smiled, "It's all a matter of the past, even if you have grievances with your ancestors, the old man will never involve his juniors."

"This... that's good." Ye Chen sneered, but he didn't know what was going on, and wanted to turn his head and run.

"The ancient city of Donghuang is about to be self-proclaimed. There is something old and old. If the little friend sees your ancestors in his old age, give it to him." The one-armed old man took out an ancient scroll, "Don't open it by yourself."

"Isn't this ancient scroll sealed with the great technique of killing!" Ye Chen got up and took the ancient scroll, and muttered in his heart, if this was handed over to Liudao, he would be severely injured on the spot.

"With his strength, non-great emperors can't suppress it." The one-armed old man seemed to see Ye Chen's mind again, and couldn't help but smile, "Don't worry, the old man did not want to harm him."

"It's the younger generation who thinks too much." Ye Chen stuffed the ancient scroll into his arms, and then rubbed his eyes constantly after finishing his work. He had previously peeped at the ancient scroll, and was swayed by the ban inside it.

Seeing Ye Chen like this, the one-armed old man smiled without saying a word, just drinking tea quietly, and sometimes raised his eyes to look at Ye Chen, the old eyes flashed with deep meaning, maybe he noticed something.

Ye Chen would also have troubles, and kept pouring tea for the one-armed old man. Maybe the old man could reward him with some treasures when he was happy. He is a quasi emperor and never lacks treasures.

However, he really thought too much. The one-armed old man obviously didn't mean that. He drank one cup after another, silently, without any gesture of rewarding his baby.

Ye Chen coughed dryly, and just got up, thinking about it, it's right, your ancestors took off an arm, it's not bad to ask you to settle accounts, what bike do you want, ahhh, baby.

I don't know when, I saw this guy get up with a dry cough. Before leaving, he glanced at the old man's left arm indistinctly. The old man lost his arm very strangely. With his quasi-emperor cultivation, he could no longer condense it. The arm, or the sword of the Six Paths in the past, was too domineering.

After he left, another person came from the small bamboo forest. It was a beautiful and elegant white-haired woman with elegant clothes, like a holy immortal.

Strangely, her eyes were blind, and she covered those beautiful eyes with a strand of white silk, tied it in the white hair behind her head, tied a beautiful bow, and swayed in the wind.

"Why let him go." The white-haired woman said lightly, her words were cold and dignified, "Did you forget the grudges of the past, or you were afraid of the six realms."

"The grievances and grievances of the ancestors, don't spread to the descendants." The one-armed old man smiled lightly, "In the past, he chopped off my arm and ruined your eyes. It's all for a reason. It's my fault that I waited for my own power."